Eric the Viking and his buddies decided to sail off from their village one day for a spot of pillaging and marauding along the British coast.
Being a considerate Viking, before he left he asked his aged mother Ingrid (who was hunchbacked, blind and a little bit loopy) if there was any particular looted present she'd like him to bring back for her.
"Well, I've heard 'bout them there newfanlged sink things they 'ave in Britain, they sound great, I'd like one of them for me washing . . . "
"OK ma, I'll see what I can do." said Eric, and off he sailed.
So Eric had a fun-filled 3 months away with the lads, raping, pillaging and generally wreaking havoc upon the poor unsuspecting British villagers. They captured much booty to take back to Norway, but as usual (Eric was a bit of a slow Viking, bless 'im) Eric's ma's words had gone in one ear and out the other. So it was lucky for him that just as they were about to set fire to the last looted village before they returned to Norway Eric's mate Sven said to him:
"'Ere, Eric me old mucker, wasn't youm 'sposed to take your old ma back one of them there sink things?"
"Bugger" replied Eric "I done gone completely fergotten matey! 'Old on a tick with the burnin' while I go see if I can find one."
So off Eric ran into the village, desperately searching from thatched roof cottage to thatched roof cottage. After a while he came striding back to Sven with a look of demented satisfaction on his face, holding an old, dirty coal hod.
"That baint be no sink by moi reckoning, ya dozy twat" jeered Sven.
"Don't matter" replied Eric "You see, a hod's as good as a sink to a blind Norse!"
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